The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

Hi there, Noel.
If you could only read this letter, I am not disowning I'll love the thought of it making you changin your mind about what happened, and making you believe in yourself again, and in the power of your art.But that'd be the same old delirium of a fan, not the best wish I could lend to you indeed: well, if I got a bit of the way you have been made of,I know it leaves you quite cold this world where there can be so many people honestly grieve due to your decision.
People like I am, and look, I am not any hysterical teeneager, nor a frustrated freak: I do live a very interesting and full on kind of life, surrounded by love and chances and I reckon if I give all of me in trying to make it and to enjoy it in total,well, I have to say a little thanx to you too, and to your brother and your music.
You've been capable to inspire me positively throught it and just for it, but forever for it, you'll have a special place within my heart.
You two are and have been so very different from the kind of people I generally hang out with, sons and daughters of medium and high professionals, students who'll never have problems with money, persons grown up in families which were there always, in harmony and safety.But I've always looked at you like towards the core of spontaneous humanity, that hits me still, that made me wanna know your universe, feeling nothing but affection and share of will with eveything you made, chaos and messes included, things I was justifying you for where I would have never accepted a justify for others about the same things.
That has been unintentional and unknow at first, then it turned out to be a complete kind of care and interest for everything you were bound to live.
I know you'll laugh in hearing these bullshits, but I can't change the way I feel.You can't change it either.

Once you declared that you were not meant to make music for telling people how should they live or things they should believe in, since that's up to everyone's family and teachers and personal conscience and responsibility,and not for sure it shall be up to a guy like you, who has been kicked big time in the mouth in his life and who doesn't know any turning philosophy good to make nor his, nor others' lives start to be worthing to be passed throught in smiling mood.
You said you were making music for gifting others with little sparkles of thoughtlessness while you would have felt exactly the same, and possibly, which is not bad in itself, trying to become rich enough with it.Such a wise frankness, and none of that presumption you are often tipped to show.

Well, you gave me such a massive amount of joy, that I shiver and I get on my knees somehow thinkin that from tomorrow that source of happiness could be dried up and exit from my days.
But I don't wanna sound selfish not even in my almighty state of mind right now, this dream open-eyed which makes me think I can talk with you; I wanna admit that if this life has ceased to be a pleasure for you, if you want a better one made of serenity and privacy hided from spotlights, well, man, get it now and sod off to all deceitful critics who thinks people rich and famous are not people made of flesh and bones indeed, capable to be weak and fragile, capable of feeling sad and lost, willing to come back to be the Mister Jacks they were before fame, cos they can't handle all that fuss about themselves anymore.
They think you're a whingeing bastard, I believe you're more human than them all put together. I respect you even more just because of that, because you're not perfect, and you know it so very much.
If you want now, after years of efforts and tears, gather all that you've collected of positive and enjoy it for your own pleasure only, do it Noel, and do it now with no regrets; don't believe those who are trying to trash down what you've made and obtained, don't believe them when they say you're a fake prophet and a fake artist. You're not a prophet and you never wanted to be so, but you are for sure an artist, a great one,and you'll always be that.
No one can inspire a similar huge love and adoration, no one can raise a Country's spirit and make it chant along for years, if not being an artist and being able to frame a mood which is the mood of that current era, if not being the man who for a little while maybe, but still, has been the one who was speaking to everyone the words everyone was feeling inside, the one who's got the sight over life, the right one for that life, and who has made that moment eternal throught emotion and in your case, throught the pure and simple sound of a guitar, and a voice.
Have you got an idea about how much you've helped people in knowing a bit more of themselves this way? I am sure a voice inside tells you this sometimes, but I am as well sure you always try to shut it up, you don't want to feel that weight over your shoulder, and honestly I wonder why...
You didn't want to disveil your soul, but that's the condemn for all artists, art is makeable only by using the soul for expressing concepts and visions and feelings, nor brain, just soul, which is overseeing everything so much better and ore powerful in the end, and you have always freaked out that others could look inside your soul. But you're wrong, your soul is such a pure place to be discovered instead.
You're a wonderful man whose life has been so hardly tested, whose feelings have been so hardly broken, but they have never vanished, you've never stopped to keep your inner energy alive and kicking, you've desperatly battled, but you won your battle, you triumphed above all despare of a child's dream shattered by those people who should have indeed preserved that dream and hope.
I know this for sure, even not knowing you, cos your songs are the diary of your surviving and survived sensitivity, they are the evidence your heart is a very precious one.
From your songs, I got that it was hard to try to love yourself, after you felt unloved so much, but you made it, so be happy and proud of yourself, not anymore beacuse in other's praise you found your place in this world, but because you have to feel you are your own wonderful reason to be in this world, and that's all you really need.
Often, stars are never given a chance to remain themselves, that's not productive in the showbiz, and they build up another image of you you have to trust and follow, fearing to lose that affection which makes you think you are someone.That's anguishing innit?
From so many songs of yours lately I read the weight you feel towards this uncaring, dangerous and suffocating world.
I can't blame you if you had enough of all this.And I wish to you a marvellous life with all the people who means something important for you. I wish to you more than anything else that life will reward and refound you for all the love and affection that it stole from you in your early days, that the peace you're looking out for will give back some of the innocence you had to lose too soon.
Life later gave you fame, success, and it made you as rich as you could have hoped about in your greatest dreams... It made you object of masses' idealization and idolatry, but I see human will finds beyond this glittering , effimerous surface of a gift what it really considers basilar to have.
I wish to you one day you're gonna fill this void you keep on watching with scare, and I am sure you're near to it; and I wish as well that music will never leave you, even if you seem about to leave it for a while, now.

A musician can't stop to be so.
And you are,wherever, whenever, eternally forced to have his soul speaking in its language of sounds. If it will be shed only in your living room for people you'll love till the end of your days, it will still art, although unheard by the world.

LUV, from a forever proud fan .

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Monday, 2d of February 1998
Right, forget all that I wrote the other day. No breaks, no running away from Noel, nothing.
Isn't that the same old Oasis' story which is repeating itself? Oh, sure it is, but you'll forgive me if I feel so much better now, this way!
I know there will be a day when all is gonna happen exactly that way, and I know what I thought two days ago will come exactly with the same shadowing and dark kind of acceptance for inevitability, and I know a part of me will feel cut away from me. This is the fan's strange pain, this sounds foolish, but till a certain point is thrilling to have this passion inside.
I don't think I'd like to be healed from my illness about Oasis anyway, so forget about it! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>